This story takes place during New Moon after Edward leaves.

Important: This story has abuse and suggestive rape. I know this can be a sensitive subject for some people, so please don't read it if it makes you uncomfortable.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the wonderful Twilight universe.

Bella's POV:

Jason had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Though we had been 'together' for weeks now, I still cringed internally every time he touched me.

I remember crystal clear the first night I had met him. My friend Anna had dragged me off to a club, hoping to cheer me up. I had been new in town and she had become my new friend.

I had met Jason at the club, and he had insisted on driving me home. I'd offered him to come inside my house, just for courtesy's sake. That's when he forced himself on me. When I'd tried to pull away, he'd just hit me. The next day I tried to escape, but he just hurt me more.

From then on I just went along with it, pretending to be his girlfriend. If I ever did anything to displease him he would just hit me again when we were in private. So I went along with it.

People weren't suspicious; they just saw me as some sort of freak who fell down a lot, that's how Jason explained the bruises.

As I walked into the cafeteria of my new school, I didn't notice anything unusual; I continued to stare at the floor like normal. It wasn't until I sat down at our usual table, full of Jason's friends, that I heard the talk.

"Who are they?"

"Wow, who're the new kids?"

"They're so beautiful."

For some reason this sounded familiar to me, so I looked up and followed all of their gazes. They were aimed towards a table in the far right corner, where five inhuman figures sat; all pale white and images of perfection. I dropped my eyes quickly to the table.

The gaping hole in my chest I had been controlling so well for the last couple of months tore right open as I saw the love of my life and his family on the other side of the room. The pain Jason caused me was nothing compared to this, this was a totally different kind of pain. As if one type of pain wasn't enough.

All of their faces had been filled with complete shock, except for Edward who had also seemed pained for some unknown reason. It also seemed that his gaze had flickered to Jason's arm around my waist.

No, I was being silly. Edward didn't love me, why would he care if I looked to be with someone else? Wasn't this what he wanted? I continued to stare at the table for the rest of lunch, not eating anything as usual.

"I saw you watching those new kids today, and things seemed pretty intense between you and that Edward when you left class", Jason said when we arrived at his house after school. I winced as Edward's name sent daggers through my heart.

To my horror, I had walked into my English class to find Edward there. Of course, with my luck, there were no other empty seats other than next to me, so he was forced to sit there. It was like my first day in Forks, reversed. We had sat in absolute silence; my eyes had never left my work. I was so hurt and upset, and being the coward I was I couldn't even look at him.

"Is there something going on between you two?" Jason continued. I shook my head and held my chest tightly; he was forcing me to admit things I didn't even like to think about.

"Your lying to me aren't you? You should be glad that I put up with you, you're pathetic and no one but me would want you. You're lucky to have me," Jason said angrily. He always said confusing things like this; he forces me to be with him, but then says he 'puts up with me'. The sad thing was; part of me believed his words. It was just like when I was with Edward, I never felt worthy, and I ended up getting hurt.

"There's nothing between me and Edward anymore", I whispered.

"Anymore?" he made it sound like a question, raising his eyebrows. Oh crap, I would pay for that.

"You mean to tell me, you've been with this Edward before, and now you're going behind my back to be with him?" Jason asked incredulously.

I shook my heard fiercely, but I was unable to speak. I knew it was too late now.

"Stop lying to me!" Jason yelled, before punching me in the face, and it started again…

This is one of my earlier written stories, so apologies if it's short and basic. I'm editing it along the way to hopefully make it better, but for now, please don't yell at me. Just so you know; I am totally against any sort of violence or abuse, I think it's disgusting. I've never been through this sort of thing before, so I hope I'm getting the feelings and emotions right.